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Don't be a fool now, Reddy, like the others. Ye'll get your share, bank on that. Yer a good sort, Petrak; and I need ye to help me get it away, and we'll share and share alike, as I told ye. Do you think I'd play dirt with ye after all we've been through together, Reddy?" "Course not. Don't mind my lip, Thirkle, old chap. No harm done, is there?"
"That was a nasty smash ye give 'im, Bucky." "Give it him, if ye mind, Reddy, but be polite to him. He was an officer in the navy afore he turned pirate, Reddy." "A navy officer? Thirkle a navy officer?" asked Petrak. "I was a navy man myself when I was a boy." He stepped to Thirkle and held the bottle to the prisoner's lips.
Let Bucky alone, Red." "Then ye and the writin' chap lay on and move lively," snarled Buckrow, and Thirkle had me take hold of a sack behind him, and, with him leading the way, we carried it into the miniature cañon.
"I'll take this sack for mine and split fair with ye, Jim; and it's better than Thirkle would give the two of us, and I ain't savin' as how he wouldn't slit our throats in the bargain to get back again what little he give. We best give him a wide berth, and he'll do for Bucky, too; mind what I say." "That 'e will," said Long Jim.
We'll keep out of sight as much as we can before we leave, and we might wait until dark, but I'm for getting off in jig-time, unless we see them coming back." "I would like to see Thirkle and the others rowing out here," I said, having a mental vision of an ambuscade for them as they drew alongside in the boat.
"It's a good job he's done for and now there is two of us, you and me, Reddy. I never did like Bucky; but I like you, Red. He wanted his fight, and he got it. I knew ye wouldn't take that from him. No man could stand for such as that in here." "That leaves all the more for us don't it, Thirkle?" "All the more for us, Reddy. Drag him out, and now we'll settle this navvy's job.
"Don't worry me, Bucky," said Thirkle quietly. "Don't worry of ye! Don't bother, Thirkle. Yer sharp, but yer good as dead now. It's me that'll be the fine gent and wear walkin'-about clothes, and have my drink and comfort, and nobody to split on me. I'll play yer own game, and leave ye here to rot. How like ye that, Thirkle?"
The little red-headed man began to whistle a music-hall tune softly, but Thirkle cautioned him against making any unnecessary noise. I was in an agony from my cramped position, and tugging at the sacks served to increase my torture.
Luther Meeker was the man who had been addressed as Thirkle, and who seemed to be in command of the others. Something rolled into the smoke-laden hole and sprawled on the planks near me, and I could hear it gasping and choking. "Leggo my coat, cap'n. Leggo my coat!" said the form, and I knew it was Harris wounded to death. In a minute he was still, and then the scuttle above rattled peremptorily.
Make a stand of it 'ere as they come on an' we'll git the two of 'em, Bucky." "My gun is jammed, I say," said Buckrow. "Come on below for now and find Thirkle and Red. We'll get another gun." They were coming toward me all the time, and behind them were Captain Riggs, still with his lantern, and Harris, uttering terrible threats of vengeance. "Throw that cussed light away," said Harris.
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